The loss of a friend or even an acquaintance is an odd happening
It’s a hollow, dull ache that comes and goes every now and then
Five minutes after life begins to go on you’re reminded that she’s no more
Snatches of conversations, snippets of convivial afternoons, memories of sharing a pot of tea and some laughter swirl around in your head again and again
And you ask yourself was there a sign somewhere that this connection that I had was to end sooner than later
The sorrow is strange and difficult to pin down
Different from when you lose kith and kin
It’s a reminder of your own mortality, your own finiteness
If it can happen to her, it can happen to me
A resounding reminder too that the things that we hold so dear, the cars, the clothes, the glitter and the shine
The quibbles and the squabbles, the fears and the worries, the envy and the longing
Just vanish in that moment, a certainty some day
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